Black Clover Wizard Kings Novels & Stories

The information they got was about the movements of the said infamous ten cloaked men whom, happened to create such tremendous chaos in and out of the kingdoms of: Fireous, Woodreous, Windrous, Waterious, Earthious and the three vast kingdom, the Elf, the Wolves, and The Witches. These said cloaked men, was by far, knownst to Daniels group, which they held secret from the other higher official. Only the head of the Order and those who's on the Order knew them. Those ten cloak men were a notorious criminals for the Order and that need to caught or by chance eradicate immidiately for the danger they possessed. They were already entering the vast forest, when a vast scorching, blinding light en

The stranger slapped forth a palm, and his terrifyingly-vast Inner Breath surged like a jet, delivering a power jet of magical energy that shattered the saber and quivered even the air, before he drove a fist through the helpless warrior's chest. A Human King?! Fear and disbelief gripped the warriors. The hooded strangers in black cloaks were all Human Kings, and they brazenly displayed the entirety of their powers with hardly any reservations, ruthlessly murdering any warrior within their sights. It did not take long for blood to flow like a brook. Strangely, the blood did not seep into the soil nor did it flow down the slopes; as if drawn by an invisible force, they instead flowed towards

He had forgotten how stubborn his bride was. "The Vampire King is doing you a favor by advising you to leave. This is my territory and you along with the two wizards are present here without an invitation which means you are trespassing. Leave before I have you escorted out of here." At the Oak King's statement, Amell turned to face him. "And on what grounds you will escort us out?" Amell asked the wizard who looked too old to be alive. "I am Oak King. This territory belongs to me. You are gravely mistaken if you think you can conduct any business here against my wish."

The king said, " there has to be a way to end this. I heard of the one that happened years ago which ended up is several skirmishes. I will change this or else the same thing will continue to happen. The king of Tortuga commanded the Council of Godric's hollow to change their law and make it legal for humans to marry either of their witches and wizards. But the Council were so adamant about their own interest. As the council was made of wizards only, they secretly had meeting with all the Wizard-soldiers of Godric's hollow that if the king didn't change his plan, they would evade his castle and kill the king. While they had planned theirs, the family of Jones confidential met all the witch-s

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

It asked him where he wanted to be. Niquel conjured an image of Gladdy in his mind, as clear as he could make it, then answered in an equal manner. “To she who shall ascend to the throne.” Next it asked for payment. “The Dragon King’s blood,” he answered as his claw drew across his palm, “untainted. No more and no less.” As soon as he said those words, they felt themselves getting spun around and around at an incredible speed. Numerous voices from all around them calling their names – voices that they were familiar with, voices of strangers, voices of both male and female at varying ages, and in different emotions.

In his mind, all of these happenings are another childish prank executed by his friends. Rather than stressing out himself thinking, he just continued to wander around looking for an individual that will lead him the way back to his home. Minutes and hours passed and he still doesn’t seem to find a way to get out of this mess. His feet and legs are tired and he can’t take another step. This time, Navi was really nervous. He’s still in denial thinking that this was all a prank. But it seems that he needs to accept the truth. “Okay…” he deeply sighed

On rainy days, it was hell, but thankfully, it wasn’t time for that. I forced my feet to walk as I tried to make myself hurry with the chores I had to do. The earlier I was done with them, the better. It wasn’t the chores I hated the most; it was the two pompous Alpha twin brothers. I despised them with everything in me, as they only added to my misery. Ever since we were kids, the Twins had made it a point of duty to frustrate me. They would break dishes and make me sweep them, dirty the park house with mud, and I’d have to clean the whole house again from scratch. They were demons and I couldn’t wait to turn 18 and get my wolf. Surely, I would be able to defend myself or, better still, run

he concluded, his voice heavy with the weight of centuries-old grievances. As the mist figures dissolved back into the swirling haze, I was left to ponder the implications of the wizard's tale. The history of our kingdom, it seemed, was far more complex and fraught with tension than I had ever imagined. "Some witches refused to serve the kings, and hid in the remote corners of the forest. Many of us, to this day, live in hiding," the wizard revealed somberly, his voice resonating with the weight of hidden truths. "But many of us accepted the kings' proposal. We became servants. We allowed our magic to be used out of pure ego, ambition, and the insatiable lust of monarchs," he lamented, his w

And she had chosen freedom. But the whispers grew louder, more insistent. They were no longer just about politics and postponed weddings. They were about her. ...a servant girl... an omega... they say she had the King under a spell... Flora was buying a small, withered apple from a street vendor when she heard it. Two ladies, their fine clothes a stark contrast to the grime of the street, were gossiping behind their fans, their voices a venomous, excited hiss. ...not just a spell, my dear. Witchcraft. Dark, old-world magic from Silver Creek. Herbs and potions... the poor King was completely besotted...